[ Xion shrinks back from him, from his anger and his pain, but her eyes are wide in her head. Something about the set of her body is very small, as if she'd somehow hide from him in plain sight if she could. But there's something else there, too. Lines of shivering tension, a hard downward pull on the bow of her mouth. She has to set down her forgotten mug because her hands are trembling, and even she isn't sure if it's from fear or rage. Maybe it's both. ]

I never said anything like that! I just think ... that you're going to make the wrong person suffer to get what you want! [ Her voice raises, and fury creeps across her expression. ] Of course we should fight back! What's happening is wrong, and I want to stop it just as much as you do! But what makes you think the Sheriff has a choice?! He was made for this! He told us that himself! You're blaming him for the things his employers are making him do. You're not going to hurt them by hurting him! They aren't even going to care! After all, he's just a robot, right? You can't just...

[ She visibly struggles with the words, frustrated and now a bit pink high in her cheeks. ]

Get rid of anyone who inconveniences you!